Six Feet Under Water

By Daniel W., southold, NY

Pull back the sand, and drink up the water I’ll be lying at the bottom of the ocean, from the last time you threw me there. A silhouette of my body printed in the sand as seaweed wraps around my neck, choking out my one last breath. Bubbles float to the top of the wake. They are the last evidence of my short existence Only the fish know what you did

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